My Godfather is Who?

Chapter 4

Stella

 I wake up to something stirring under me. My ears focus on the comforting thudding sound. It's a heartbeat. The thing stirs a little more and I reluctantly lift my tired head. I now see that I had fallen asleep on Alex. I blush and get up carefully, trying not to wake him. Too late. His eyes fly open. "Oh it's just you." he says. His voice is husky from sleep. "You can stay." he says, easing my head down. I obey and breathe in his warm scent. I actually feel okay right now. Less alone. I feel myself dozing off again.

I wake up yet again. This time I'm alone. I smell waffles and sausage. My stomach threatens to eat me alive. I get off of the couch and stumble towards the smell. I enter the kitchen to see Alex cooking. He doesn't notice me and continues sipping his coffee. With mug in hand he turns and notices me. I don't know if it's that he didn't expect to see me or if my hair looks that bad, but he's jumps and drops his coffee in fear. "Oh gosh, you scared me." he says bending down to pick up the broken mug. "Sorry!" I say running over to help him. "No it's fine. I should have been more careful. You don't have to help." he says. I do anyways. "I can't do anything right." I say angrily and I accidentally cut my hand on one of the shards. "Don't say that. Try to rinse the blood off, I'll got get you a band aide." he hurries off and comes back a minute later. "Here" he says wrapping up my hand. "Better?" he asks. "It stings." I say sourly. "Will breakfast make you feel better?" he asks pouting out his bottom lip in fake empathy. I nod and smile a little at his face. Before we sit he kisses my bandaged hand.

*flashback*

I run down the hall with my chubby six year old legs into my parents room.  Suddenly my small body collides with my mother's vanity. Down comes crashing my mom's favorite vase, the last thing her mother sculpted before she passed away.  I frantically try to pick up the pieces before my mom comes in to see.

The shards slice at my skin as I try desperately to make the pieces stick. "Stella, is everything okay? I heard a crash." My mom says, coming in to see my blood stained hands. "I'm sorry mommy" I cry, still desperatly trying to make the pieces stick. "Oh sweety, I'm not worried about that, right now I'm just worried about you. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." she says, her voice lased with saddness and concern. She cleans and bandages my hands, making sure they've been kissed better.

*end off flashback*

Too bad you're not here to kiss my scars away now, mom. I think. 

I quickly wipe the tear I feel rush down my cheek at the memory and follow Alex to the table.

"You cooking is amazing! Almost as amazing as your music!" I say excitedly. He laughs a nice warm laugh. "Thank you." he mumbles. "How's your hand now?" he asks. "Better now." I say. A comfortable silence falls as we finish the food. "Do you want me to show you around town today?" Alex asks breaking the silence. "Sure." I say.

After breakfast, Alex went down into his mini studio, located in a spare room downstairs, and I went up to my room. Minutes later he came in. "Do you want to go now?" he asks. "Okay." I say, getting up and putting shoes on. I don't notice him leave, but he does. When I go down stairs and follow Alex to his Mustang. We drive around and Alex told me what I was looking I couldn't really focus though.  It’s funny that a big time Punk Rock artist can live in a quiet, little town. Our last stop was at a lake. "I guess I should have asked if you wanted to go swimming. Sorry." Alex says awkwardly. "It's fine." I say. We look out at the lake and then go back to Alex's house. I'd say our house, but it never will be. I don't belong there. No matter how much I am obsessed with The Trapped, I can't stay here. I belong with my parents.

The next morning I get up, shower, and go down stairs, expecting to see Alex cooking. Instead there's a note on the counter that reads;

Went to the store. Be back soon. Feel free to fix breakfast for yourself, or I'll do it when I get back.  

-Alex

I stare at the note, unsure what to do. I start crying. It reminds me of my parents. I can't move. I feel myself slowly sinking to the floor and curling into a ball. "Stella?" Alex's concerned voice says. I feel his arms lifting me up. He carries me up stairs and into my room. He lays me down and starts stroking my hair and cooing for me to calm down. At some point I fall asleep in Alex's arms.

When I wake up its late afternoon. I go down stairs to see Alex sitting on the couch looking frustrated. "Alex? Are you okay?" I ask. "Not really." he says. He beckons me to sit. I do. "I left my car keys in the mustang and left the door unlocked when I came in. I was going to get them, but I wanted to make sure you were okay and now someone's stolen It." he says. He looks really mad. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault!" I say. I feel tears forming in my eyes again.  "No it's not. I should have brought the keys in when I came in." he says putting a hand on my back. A knock at the door stops me from saying anymore. Alex answers to a police officer and a boy that looks about my age, give or take a few years. He has dark brown hair that's kind of spikey in the back, while calm  and straight in the front, his bangs slightly covering one eye. He's wearing ripped blue jeans and a grey pull over hoodie. "This is the thief who stole your car, Mr. Reed." the officer says. "The car isn't in anyway damaged and doesn't appear to have anything missing." Alex nods. "Thank you officer." he says. The police man hands Alex the keys. "Is there something that you'd like to tell this man, Mr. Palmer?" the police man asks the boy. "Cool car, dude." he says. "Noah, I meant sorry." the officer says. "You're forgiven." Noah says smirking. "I'm sorry about him Mr. Reed. This won't happen again." the officer says walking away. Noah just stood there. "Who's she?" Noah asks looking past Alex to me. "No one." I call. "Feisty. I like feisty." Noah said. "Please come with me young man." the officer says. They leave. Alex and I watch another movie and call it a night.

Noah on the side ~~~~> 

Any Jordan Sweeto fans? Ohhh god his character doesn't match the actual dude....